Daedalus, the Inventor, forged wings from feathers and wax to free his son, Icarus, from being held captive on Crete. He cautioned Icarus against soaring too close to the sun, but in the original tale, he also warned him against soaring too close to the sea – too high and the wax could melt, too low and the winds would send him crashing into the waves. Icarus fell, but not before he touched the clouds…
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Growing up, Noah had always possessed an intoxicating, nearly obsessive zeal for exploration. Yearning for the great promises that the unknown beckoned, he often set out on adventures around his neighbourhood with his friends. Arm-in-arm, they would go on to explore every nook and cranny their small town offered. The destination did not matter; it was the journey bearing the sweet pangs of dopamine that they sought daily.
Noah was ambitious, even more so than his contemporaries. Whilst his friends had their sights on finding the next big neighbourhood adventure, Noah dared to gaze further. Beguiled by the sweet allure of eminence, his ambition spurred him towards a dream much more grandiose; to walk a path many have dreamed of yet only a select few have had the prestige of doing so. His resolute eyes gazed beyond the empyrean, past the azure veil, and onto the vast darkness that tantalisingly laid beyond: Space—a black canvas filled with myriad wonders just waiting to be discovered. Indeed, what greater thrill would there be for an adventure than to uncover the secrets of the universe? An excitement fitting to be his dream, his goal, his raison d’être.
